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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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4,965
Reviews:
21
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter3
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Chapter 3
“Thranduil wishes to know if we have any information regarding his son.” Celeborn stood in the doorway to the Lady’s chambers, holding a scroll he was presented with by a messenger from Mirkwood only minutes before.
“All we can allow him to know for now is that Legolas is safe.” Galadriel sat in front of a mirror, combing her wavy, blonde hair.
“Ai, that I know. But are we to let his actions go unpunished? I fear he may be a danger to others.”
The Lady shook her head. “It is not that simple. I feel that his actions were the result of something beyond his control...something unnatural. We help, not punish him.”
“Have you spoken with Gandalf?”
“Not yet. We will talk to him when he arrives, within the next few days.”
“And how fares Legolas?” Celeborn asked, already knowing the answer.
“I am afraid he is getting worse. Still, we must never lose hope.”
He watched as the Lady crawled beneath the sheets of her bed. “Sleep well, Milady.”
“Goodnight,” she said whilst laying her head on the pillow. Celeborn turned away, feeling the familiar sense of loneliness in his h, an, and headed back to his own chambers for the night.
*********************
the next morning
“I cannot even begin to imagine what you are going through… how you must have felt. You did not deserve this.”
Whenever he had time to spare, Celeborn would sit by Legolas’ side, hoping, searching for some sign of improvement. Las’ as’ hand seemed to grow warmer whenever he held it, just as his lips seemed to gain color when he was there for a longer period of time. He assumed it was just his imagination. Wishful thinking. He knew that there was no longer anything they could do to save the young Prince of Mirkwood from fading. And yet, he could not give up hope.
“To leave this world never knowing what it is like to be touched with love…”
Celeborn gazed upon the Prince’s face in awe of its beauty. He could feel the tears well up in his eyes. Legolas’ lips were paler than ever and with a hint of blue, and the Prince’s hand remained cold, despite his caresses. The Lord of Lorien knew the end was near. They had failed. He had failed, for the Lady said he was the only one who could save the young soul. But he wasn’t able to: he did not know how.
The Lord wondered why he had grown so attached to Legolas. They had never even met before he kidnapped the Prince from Thranduil’s palace. It must have been his beauty… not just his emerald eyes and golden hair, but something that radiated from within: an enthusiasm for life. Something he would no eyes as he bent down to kiss the Prince’s lifeless lips. His kiss was full of passion, longer be able to enjoy, at least not on Middle-Earth.
He watched as Legolas drew in another breath before the gently heaving of his chest stopped completely. Suddenly over come with desperation, the Lord of Lorien flew up from his chair, roughly shaking the Elf’s fragile body. “Nay, Legolas! It is not time for you yet. There is so much for you here…” The tears flowed freely from Celeborn’s and longing.
He pulled back, feeling the body beneath him stir. Still being very close, he could feel Legolas’ breath upon his face. The Lord laughed softly with relief, gently stroking silky hair and watching with disbelief as the Elf he thought had been lost slowly opened his eyes.
“Welcome back.”
TBC….
Don’t worry; it won’t be that easy. It’ll still be some time before they can bang…
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Chapter 3
“Thranduil wishes to know if we have any information regarding his son.” Celeborn stood in the doorway to the Lady’s chambers, holding a scroll he was presented with by a messenger from Mirkwood only minutes before.
“All we can allow him to know for now is that Legolas is safe.” Galadriel sat in front of a mirror, combing her wavy, blonde hair.
“Ai, that I know. But are we to let his actions go unpunished? I fear he may be a danger to others.”
The Lady shook her head. “It is not that simple. I feel that his actions were the result of something beyond his control...something unnatural. We help, not punish him.”
“Have you spoken with Gandalf?”
“Not yet. We will talk to him when he arrives, within the next few days.”
“And how fares Legolas?” Celeborn asked, already knowing the answer.
“I am afraid he is getting worse. Still, we must never lose hope.”
He watched as the Lady crawled beneath the sheets of her bed. “Sleep well, Milady.”
“Goodnight,” she said whilst laying her head on the pillow. Celeborn turned away, feeling the familiar sense of loneliness in his h, an, and headed back to his own chambers for the night.
*********************
the next morning
“I cannot even begin to imagine what you are going through… how you must have felt. You did not deserve this.”
Whenever he had time to spare, Celeborn would sit by Legolas’ side, hoping, searching for some sign of improvement. Las’ as’ hand seemed to grow warmer whenever he held it, just as his lips seemed to gain color when he was there for a longer period of time. He assumed it was just his imagination. Wishful thinking. He knew that there was no longer anything they could do to save the young Prince of Mirkwood from fading. And yet, he could not give up hope.
“To leave this world never knowing what it is like to be touched with love…”
Celeborn gazed upon the Prince’s face in awe of its beauty. He could feel the tears well up in his eyes. Legolas’ lips were paler than ever and with a hint of blue, and the Prince’s hand remained cold, despite his caresses. The Lord of Lorien knew the end was near. They had failed. He had failed, for the Lady said he was the only one who could save the young soul. But he wasn’t able to: he did not know how.
The Lord wondered why he had grown so attached to Legolas. They had never even met before he kidnapped the Prince from Thranduil’s palace. It must have been his beauty… not just his emerald eyes and golden hair, but something that radiated from within: an enthusiasm for life. Something he would no eyes as he bent down to kiss the Prince’s lifeless lips. His kiss was full of passion, longer be able to enjoy, at least not on Middle-Earth.
He watched as Legolas drew in another breath before the gently heaving of his chest stopped completely. Suddenly over come with desperation, the Lord of Lorien flew up from his chair, roughly shaking the Elf’s fragile body. “Nay, Legolas! It is not time for you yet. There is so much for you here…” The tears flowed freely from Celeborn’s and longing.
He pulled back, feeling the body beneath him stir. Still being very close, he could feel Legolas’ breath upon his face. The Lord laughed softly with relief, gently stroking silky hair and watching with disbelief as the Elf he thought had been lost slowly opened his eyes.
“Welcome back.”
TBC….
Don’t worry; it won’t be that easy. It’ll still be some time before they can bang…